Christian sent an email praising the prospect of ancient tickers at Ponquogue. Old clocks? A reference to the Wolf (who just celebrated his last birthday as a sixty-something)? Ancient tickers?
Blasted auto correct. Christian had thumbed "Ankle ticklers" (or as we Yanks say: Ankle biters). Calf to knee-high waves (with the occasional thigh high bomber rollin' through). On Saturday they were plentiful and fun, standing up and staying up in the offshore breeze, with solid push and well-mannered rights and lefts. There were calm clear waters (crabs were clearly visible on the bottom, along with a single gigantic stingray)...it was a lovely summer Saturday.
Sunday we returned to bigger (knee-high bombers) but with a bit of mess and not the good push of Saturday. For entertainment there was a squadron of 9 rays swimming in formation...you never saw one, you always saw a checkerboard cloud moving on an angle. They looked like they were having a fine time.
Having a fine time both days were the girls of a surf camp, with whom we were sharing the waves. These kids were supportive and encouraging of each other, hooting and shouting any time any of their friends got up on a wave. In windsurfing you see this all the time with newbies. In SUP crowds too. But in my four years sharing breaks, I haven't seen as much as I'd like from the surfing crowd. These girls could be role models.